> Be having major back/shoulder problems because of giant, unattractive boobs.
> Get offered the chance to get them reduced and lifted so they'd be small and not saggy anymore but still be a nice size double d.
> Take the offer, excited to have smaller, better-looking tits and no more back/shoulder issues.
> Going in for surgery.
> Everything goes well.
> Coming out of anesthesia, I look down and see two huge lumps.
> I spazz then pass out thinking my boobs were exactly the same.
> Wake up to my mom saying, "Relax, they were just ice packs they piled on your chest to reduced the swelling!"

Compared to what I had before (Double H's), they seem small, trust me.

I looked like a ******* freaking changing after gym class.
Everyone was like, "Dafuq do you wear two bras for?' And I'm like, "Oh, to contain my enormous hatred of people who strike up weird conversations in the locker room." and this wasn't the locker room it was my birthday party and that wasn't a clown it was a priest.
He raped me.